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Lord Jesus Christ, Our Lord Most Dear   2 comments

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Above:  The Right Reverend Robert C. Wright, Bishop of Atlanta, at St. James Episcopal Church, Macon, Georgia, March 17, 2013

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

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Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1933), of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A.

Original Words by Heinrich von Laufenberg (1390-1460)

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English Translation by Catherine Winkworth (1829-1878)

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1.  Lord Jesus Christ, our Lord most dear,

As Thou wast once an infant here,

So give this child of Thine, we pray,

Thy grace and blessing day by day.

2.  As in Thy heavenly Kingdom, Lord,

All things obey Thy sacred word,

Do Thou Thy mighty succor give,

And shield this child by morn and eve.

3.  Their watch let angels round him keep

Where’er he be, awake, asleep;

Thy holy cross now let him bear,

That he Thy crown with saints may wear.

Lord, What a Change Within Us One Short Hour   1 comment

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Above:  Camp Mikell, May 3, 2013

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

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Hymn Sources = The Hymnal (1933) and Handbook to The Hymnal (1935), of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A.

Words by Richard Chevenix Trench (1807-1886), Anglican Archbishop of Dublin (1864-1884)

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1.  Lord, what a change within us one short hour

Spent in Thy presence will prevail to make;

What heavy burdens from our bosoms take,

What parched grounds refresh us as with a shower!

2.  We kneel, and all around us seems to lower;

We rise, and all, the distant and the near,

Stands forth in sundry outline, brave and clear;

We kneel, how weak, we rise, how full of power!

3.  Why, therefore, should we do ourselves this wrong,

Or others–that we are not always strong–

That we are sometimes overborne with care–

That we should ever weak or heartless be,

Anxious or troubled–when with us is prayer,

And joy and strength and courage are with Thee?

Jesus, to Thy Table Led   1 comment

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Above:  Episcopal Church Women Spring Retreat, Camp Mikell, May 5, 2013

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Words (1864) by Robert Hall Baynes (1831-1895)

Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1895), the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A.

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1.  Jesus, to Thy table led,

Now let every heart be fed

With the true and living bread.

2.  While in penitence we kneel,

Thy sweet presence let us feel,

All Thy wondrous love reveal.

3.  While on Thy dear cross we gaze,

Mourning o’er our sinful ways,

Turn our sadness into praise.

4.  When we taste the mystic wine,

Of Thine outpoured blood the sign,

Fill our hearts with love divine.

5.  Draw us to Thy wounded side,

Whence there flowed the healing tide;

There our sins and sorrows hide.

6.  From the bonds of sin release,

Cold and wavering faith increase;

Lamb of God, grant us Thy peace.

7.  Lead us by Thy pierced hand,

Till around Thy throne we stand

In the bright and better land.

Posted August 17, 2013 by neatnik2009 in Eucharist 1800s, The Hymnal (1895)

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Charlotte Elliott   Leave a comment

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Above:  The Logo of The Church of England

Charlotte Elliott lived from 1789 to 1871.

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My God and Father, While I Stray:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2013/08/17/my-god-and-father-while-i-stray/

My God, is Any Hour So Sweet:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2013/08/17/my-god-is-any-hour-so-sweet/

Just As I Am, Without One Plea:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2013/08/17/just-as-i-am-without-one-plea/

There is a Holy Sacrifice:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2013/08/17/there-is-a-holy-sacrifice/

O Holy Savior, Friend Unseen:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2010/08/16/o-holy-savior-friend-unseen-by-charlotte-elliott/

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Posted August 17, 2013 by neatnik2009 in Sources E

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My God and Father, While I Stray   2 comments

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Above:  A Waterbar

Image Source = Daniel Case

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Hymn Source = The Church Hymnary (1927), Presbyterian

Words (1835), by Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871)

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1.  My God and Father, while I stray

Far from my home in life’s rough way,

O teach me from my heart to say,

“Thy will be done.”

2.  Though dark my path and sad my lot,

Let me be still and murmur not,

Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,

“Thy will be done.”

3.  What though in lonely grief I sigh

For friends beloved, no longer nigh,

Submissive still would I reply,

“Thy will be done.”

4.  If Thou shouldst call me to resign

What most I prize, it ne’er was mine,

I only yield Thee what was Thine:

Thy will be done.

5.  Let but my fainting heart be blest

With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest,

My God, to Thee I leave the rest:

Thy will be done.

6.  Renew my will from day to day;

Blend it with Thine; and take away

All that now makes it hard to say,

“Thy will be done.”

7.  Then, when on earth I breathe no more

The prayer oft mixed with tears before,

I’ll sing upon a happier shore,

“Thy will be done.”

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This is post #1050 of GATHERED PRAYERS.–KRT

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My God, Is Any Hour So Sweet   2 comments

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Above:  Trinity Episcopal Church, Columbus, Georgia, May 19, 2013

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

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Words (1836) by Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871)

Hymn Source = The Church Hymnary (1927), Presbyterian

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1.  My God, is any hour so sweet,

From blush of morn to evening star,

As that which calls me to my feet,

The hour of prayer?

2.  Blest is that tranquil hour of morn,

And blest is that hour of solemn eve,

When, on the wings of prayer upborne,

The world I leave;

3.  For then a dayspring shines on me,

Brighter than morn’s ethereal glow,

And richer dews descend from Thee

Than earth can know.

4.  Then is my strength by Thee renewed;

Then are my sins by Thee forgiven;

Then dost Thou cheer my solitude

With hope of heaven.

5.  No words can tell what sweet relief

There for my every want I find,

What strength for warfare, balm for grief,

What peace of mind.

6.  Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear;

My spirit seems in heaven to stay;

And even the penitential tear

Is wiped away.

7.  Lord, till I reach yon blissful shore,

No privilege so dear shall be

As thus my inmost soul to pour

In prayer to Thee.

Just As I Am, Without One Plea   2 comments

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Above:  Agnus Dei

Image Source = Rebecca Kennison

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Hymn Source = The Church Hymnary (1927), Presbyterian

Words (1841) by Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871)

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1.  Just as I am, without one plea

But that Thy blood was shed for me.

And that Thou bidd’st me to come to Thee,

O Lamb of God, I come.

2.  Just as I am, and waiting not

To rid my soul of one dark blot,

To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,

O Lamb of God, I come.

3.  Just as I am, though tossed about

With many a conflict, many a doubt,

Fightings and fears within, without,

O Lamb of God, I come.

4.  Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind,–

Sight, riches, healing of the mind,

Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,

O Lamb of God, I come.

5.  Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;

Because Thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come.

6.  Just as I am–Thy love unknown

Has broken every barrier down–

Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,

O Lamb of God, I come.

7.  Just as I am, of that free love

The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove,

Here for a season, then above,–

O Lamb of God, I come.

There is a Holy Sacrifice   2 comments

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Above:  St. Elizabeth’s Episcopal Church, Dahlonega, Georgia, July 14, 2013

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

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Hymn Source = The Church Hymnary (1927), Presbyterian

Words (1819) by Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871)

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1.  There is a holy sacrifice

Which God in heaven will not despise,

Yea, which is precious in His eyes,

The contrite heart.

2.  That lofty One, before whose throne

The countless hosts of heaven bow down,

Another dwelling-place will own,

The contrite heart.

3.  The Holy One, the Son of God,

His pardoning love will shed abroad,

And consecrate as His abode

The contrite heart.

4.  The Holy Spirit from on high

Will listen to its faintest cry,

And cheer and bless and purify

The contrite heart.

5.  Saviour, I cast my hopes on Thee;

Such as Thou art, I fain would be;

In mercy, Lord, bestow on me

The contrite heart.

Hail, Thou Bright and Sacred Morn   1 comment

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Above:  St. Benedict’s Episcopal Church, Smyrna, Georgia, August 6, 2013

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

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Words (1833) by Julia Anne Elliott (1809-1841)

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Hymn Source = The Church Hymnary (1927), Presbyterian

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1.  Hail, thou bright and sacred morn,

Risen with gladness in thy beams!

Light, which not of earth is born,

From thy dawn in glory streams;

Airs of heaven are breathed around,

And each place is holy ground.

2.  Great Creator, who this day

From Thy perfect work didst rest,

By the souls that own Thy sway

Hallowed be its hours and blest;

Cares of earth aside be thrown,

This day given to heaven alone.

3.  Saviour, who this day didst break

The dark prison of the tomb,

Bid my slumbering soul awake,

Shine through all its sin and gloom;

Let me, from my bonds set free,

Rise from sin, and live to Thee.

4.  Blessed Spirit, Comforter,

Sent this day from Christ on high,

Lord, on me, Thy gifts confer,

Cleanse, illumine, sanctify;

All Thine influence shed abroad;

Lead me to the truth of God.

Thou Didst Leave Thy Throne and Thy Kingly Crown   2 comments

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Above:  St. Timothy’s Episcopal Church, Calhoun, Georgia, December 23, 2012

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

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Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1935)

Words by Emily Elliott (1836-1897)

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1.  Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown,

When Thou camest to earth for me;

But in Bethlehem’s home there was found no room

For Thy holy Nativity.

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus,

There is room in my heart for Thee.

2.  Heaven’s arches rang when the angels sang,

Proclaiming Thy royal degree;

But in lowly birth didst Thou come to earth,

And in great humility.

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus,

There is room in my heart for Thee.

3.  The foxes found rest, and the birds their nest

In the shade of the forest tree;

But Thy couch was the sod, O Thou Son of God,

In the deserts of Galilee.

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus,

There is room in my heart for Thee.

4.  Thou cam’st, O Lord, with the living word

That should set Thy people free;

But with mocking scorn, and with crown of thorn,

They bore Thee to Calvary.

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus,

There is room in my heart for Thee.

5.  When heaven’s arches shall ring and her choir shall sing

At Thy coming to victory,

Let Thy voice call me home, saying, “Yet there is room,

There is room at my side for thee!”

And my heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus,

When Thou comest and callest for me.